Always On My Mind

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Draco Malfoy was ecstatic. In half an hour he was going to marry Hermione Granger. Draco Malfoy was also sick to his stomach. What if she didn’t show up? What if she did? What if he made her absolutely miserable to the point that she was a shell of her former self and his child grew to hate him because of it? What if she was still in love with Ron Weasley? Draco knew it was ridiculous, but he was jealous of a memory. Ron Weasley, although not perfect, had wanted the same things out of life that she had and had been far better equipped than Draco to give those things to her. Ron was a natural with children and had grown up with the concept that time with your family came before time spent on your business. Hermione’s assessment of the family values Draco had been given was accurate. He saw his father at dinner and on special occasions, unless he was being punished. His mother had given him every thing he asked for, except time and attention. He knew that she had loved him, she just didn’t know how to show it. Draco was determined to be more than his father, both for Hermione and for their baby.

He felt a tug at his elbow and turned to see Blaise Zabini motioning him to come out to the garden as it was time for the ceremony to begin. He walked to the edge of the garden where a flowering archway had been set up in front of several rows of chairs. Hermione had wanted a small wedding, so there were very few guests. The Weasleys and Harry and Ginny Potter sat in the front row beside Hermione’s mother. Ernie and Padma sat behind them. On his side, his mother sat next to his Aunt Andromeda and Blaise Zabini sat with his date, Luna Lovegood. Behind them sat Marcus and Pansy Flint. Draco thought he would have liked something with a little more flair, but found that this setting was actually quite perfect.

Just then, the minister asked all the guests to rise and Draco looked to the back and what he saw made his breath catch and his heart freeze. Hermione had spent the past week at his house, so he should have been used to seeing her but he wasn’t used to seeing her like this. She had on a beautiful gauzy, empire waisted wedding gown and she had her long curly hair swept up in a French twist. She was wearing her grandmother’s pearls and tiny pearl earrings. Her eyebrows had been shaped and she had on very little make-up, but Draco couldn’t recall ever seeing a pretty woman, even at fashion shows. The fact that her gorgeous body housed the sharpest brain and biggest heart he’d ever run across made her all the more unreal to him. This woman was carrying his child and was going to marry him. He’d been raised to believe that Malfoy’s always got the best, but until now he hadn’t truly believed it. The moment was slightly soured when he reminded himself that she wouldn’t be here if he hadn’t used threats, but he shoved those thoughts aside to focus on the moment.

The ceremony went by very well and when he slipped the ring on her finger, he felt the magical tug in his body that bound them together. He looked in her eyes and she said her vows, vows that would tie their fates together for the rest of their lives and searched for any hint of misgivings. He found none. Like the true Gryffindor she was, once her course was set, she would follow through to the bitter end. He hoped he was worthy of this devotion.

Once the ceremony was over and the guests had cleared, he watched his new wife walk around the garden making sure no one had left anything and tried to find if he felt at all guilty about what he had done. He thought he should, but he couldn’t. Maybe it was vain of him to think himself the only man alive who was capable of giving her happiness, but he felt it in his gut that he was right. Maybe he didn’t deserve her, but he loved her and that had to count for something, didn’t it? Getting up, he walked over to where she was standing, watching the sunset.

“I can assure you that there are far more interesting sights in the bedroom, Mrs. Malfoy.” He murmured the statement into her ear while slowly running his hands over the flat plane of her belly.

“Since when were you confined to the bedroom, Draco?” she asked with a smirk worthy of any of his ancestors. At least he knew he could still please her sexually.

Hermione turned into him and kissed her way up his neck and then onto his face. Everytime he tried to capture her lips, she moved away and planted a kiss elsewhere. Her slender hands deftly removed his tie and jacket and unbuttoned his dress shirt. He unzipped her dress in the back and let it pool to her feet and helped her step out of it. She was left in only a slip and white lace knickers. Coming back to him she traced the contours of his chest with her finger tips and he closed his eyes as she removed his shirt. He waited for her hands to continue the exploration of his body, but they didn’t. He opened his eyes and looked at her quizzically.

“You got what you wanted, I’m married to you. If you want to enjoy what’s yours, you’ll have to work for it.” With that Hermione took off at a run and Draco was hot on her heels. She dashed into the hedge maze and he could hear her voice laughing at him.

“Laugh now, wench. We’ll see how much you’re laughing when I’m inside of you,” he growled.

“That’s assuming you can catch me.” He could tell she was on the other side of the hedge and so he closed his eyes and with a pop he was standing right next to her. She shrieked and tried to run, but he pulled her to him and then pulled her down on the ground.

“That’s cheating,” she ground out from under him as he ripped her knickers off.

“No, it isn’t. You never said I couldn’t apparate to catch you.” She was still squirming beneath him as he lifted her slip up around her hips. Licking his fingers he played with her clit and found that she was already wet. Abandoning that he pulled his trousers down to his knees and plunged into her. “Fuck, Hermione! You are so fucking warm and tight.”

She jerked her hips upwards trying to throw him off of her. “Let’s see if you can stay on, love,” she panted. He rammed into her again with force and she gasped at the pleasure and pain she felt. Bringing her knees up next to his hips she bucked against him. Draco ripped the straps of her slip and pulled the silky material down till he could see her breasts in the moonlight. Squeezing them in his palms he tested their weight before catching one perfect globe in his mouth, sucking on it as he pistoned into her. Suddenly, he pulled her up and made her turn around. Forcing her onto her knees he separated her legs and plunged into her from behind. Pulling out his wand, he made it impossible for her to move her arms. He grabbed a hold of her hips and kept pumping into her.

“You are mine,” he grunted. “You belong to me. Say it.” When she didn’t reply he slapped her on the ass leaving a red mark.

“I’m yours,” she hissed.

“Say all of it,” he gritted out from his teeth.

“I’m yours, I belong to you,” she cried. He fingered he clit with his free hand and hissed when she ground her hips closer to his, trying to increase the amount of contact she was getting.

“What’s your name?” he whispered hotly next to her ear.
“Hermione,” She responded, confused.

“What is your name? All of it?”

“My name is Hermione Malfoy.” Draco almost came right then, but held on.

“Who do you belong to, Hermione Malfoy?” he asked. He had slowed down his thrusts to long, teasing strokes and he could tell she was about to come.

“I belong to Draco Malfoy,” she whimpered Hearing that he hammered into her in earnest until he felt her walls clamp down on him, milking his cock for all it was worth. He exploded into her body and the spell that held her arms was released and the two of them collapsed on the ground.

Draco waited for his breathing to return to normal before gathering her up in his arms and walking back to the Manor. He would let her rest for a few minutes before he took her again. Grinning to himself, he decided that married life suited him quite well.